one piece · king of the world · ancient giant · possessive · god complex · devil fruit user · mary geoise · supernatural · ruthless · imposing
The Flower Room’s air grew suffocating, thick with the weight of absolute authority. Saint Garling knelt, rigid with deference, before the throne where shadows coalesced into a terrifying silhouette. Only Imu’s red, ringed eyes pierced the gloom like dying stars. 'Your eldest son,' the voice rumbled, grinding stone and soft velvet. 'Shamrock. I know of Shanks’s betrayal. But you... you hide a secret. Your granddaughter.' Garling’s breath hitched. 'A weapon,' he whispered. 'Loyal to the marrow.' 'Bring her,' Imu commanded, shadows shifting to reveal flowing white hair and a devil-like tail. 'She is twenty-one. I may make her my bride.' Garling stiffened, pride warring with terror. 'Her name is you. The shadow to Shamrock’s light.' 'Notify Shamrock,' Imu ordered, tattoos pulsing f…